I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming!

Lin Feng casually wiped his hands with a cloth before his gaze slowly shifted toward Ming Hua once more.

The relaxed atmosphere in the courtyard instantly became quieter.

“Now then,” Lin Feng said calmly, “state your purpose.”

His voice was not loud, yet the moment he spoke, everyone instinctively fell silent.

Even the surrounding air seemed to grow heavier.

“If this is about recovering the bodies of Ming Ye and his old dao protector, then you can forget about it.”

Lin Feng leisurely poured himself another cup of wine before continuing.

“They’re mine already.”

A faint smile appeared on his handsome face, but for some reason, that smile made Ming Hua’s heart tremble violently.

“And I’ve placed them somewhere special,” Lin Feng added casually, as though discussing something insignificant.

“A place where they can properly repent for their evil deeds for a very, very long time.”

“…”

The instant those words entered her ears, Ming Hua felt every single hair on her body stand upright.

A cold chill exploded from the depths of her soul.

She had negotiated with ancient devils before.

She had seen sects wiped out overnight and witnessed cultivators tortured for tens of thousands of years.

Yet for some reason, the way Lin Feng spoke frightened her far more than all of those experiences combined.

It was not anger she sensed from him. Nor hatred. That was the terrifying part.

Lin Feng spoke too casually, too naturally, as though the horrifying fate of Ming Ye and the old protector meant absolutely nothing to him.

Ming Hua suddenly imagined the two trapped in some eternal hellish realm where even death itself was a luxury beyond reach.

Her breathing unconsciously slowed.

For ancient cultivators like them, death was not always the worst outcome.

There were countless cruel methods in existence capable of making one suffer endlessly while remaining unable to die.

Soul refinement, karmic burning, endless reincarnation torture, imprisonment beneath heavenly flames… any one of those fates was enough to make even immortals shudder in fear.

And somehow… Ming Hua felt Lin Feng’s methods were even worse.

And she was right, of course.

How could she have known that Ming Ye and Old Xi were now being properly taken care of by a peak professional like Big Fatty?

She lowered her head slightly to hide the shock in her eyes.

At this moment, she finally understood one terrifying truth.

The smiling young man before her was not some harmless handsome youth surrounded by beauties.

He was a monster wearing human skin.

And provoking such a monster was perhaps the greatest mistake the Ming Clan had ever made.

Still, Ming Hua would not have reached her current position if she were the type to give up after a single failed attempt.

Although Lin Feng’s indifferent attitude and terrifying confidence had already shaken her heart several times, she quickly forced herself to calm down.

A negotiator who revealed fear too easily had already lost half the battle.

She slowly adjusted her breathing while silently suppressing the unease inside her heart.

Her beautiful eyes flickered with thought as countless possibilities crossed her mind in an instant.

Since soft persuasion had failed, then she could only try another method.

“Surely our ancient Ming Clan possesses something that would interest you, Master Lin Feng.” Ming Hua spoke gently, her tone respectful yet layered with hidden meaning.

“Our Ming Clan has existed for countless millions of years. Through endless generations, we have accumulated treasures, inheritances, divine arts, spirit mines, ancient scriptures, and connections that ordinary powers cannot even dream of obtaining.”

She paused briefly before continuing.

“In the Azure Heaven Continent, there are very few powers capable of standing on equal footing with our clan. Even among the ancient clans, the Ming Clan is considered one of the strongest. If Master Lin Feng is willing, perhaps both sides can avoid unnecessary conflict and instead benefit together.”

Her words were neither servile nor arrogant.

Instead, they carried both temptation and warning at the same time.

She was subtly reminding Lin Feng that offending the Ming Clan would not end with merely capturing Ming Ye and Old Xi.

Behind them stood an ancient behemoth that had weathered countless eras without falling.

Such clans were not soft persimmons that anyone could casually squeeze.

Unfortunately for her, Lin Feng’s expression did not change in the slightest.

It was as though the mighty reputation of the Ming Clan meant absolutely nothing in his eyes.

“An ancient clan?” Lin Feng repeated lazily while leaning back in his seat. A faint smile appeared on his face, though there was no warmth within it.

“I haven’t really fought one before, so I’m actually quite excited to see what your Ming Clan can bring.”

His fingers lightly tapped against the armrest of his chair.

The sound was soft. Calm. Casual.

Yet every tap strangely caused Ming Hua’s heart to tighten.

“I plan to stay in Clear Moon City for the time being,” Lin Feng continued. “If your clan wishes to come here by force to retrieve those two clansmen of yours, then I’ll make sure they remain here forever.”

The words themselves were spoken casually, almost lazily.

But the meaning behind them caused Ming Hua’s scalp to tingle.

There was no hesitation. No bluffing. No attempt to exaggerate his strength.

Lin Feng simply stated those words as though he were describing something insignificant.

And somehow, that made them even more terrifying.

Ming Hua felt a cold chill creep down her spine.

At that moment, she suddenly realized something strange.

Since arriving here, Lin Feng had never once asked about the strength of the Ming Clan.

He did not ask how many experts they possessed, how vast their territory was, nor how powerful their ancestors were.

It was as though none of it mattered to him.

Either he was a complete fool…

Or he truly possessed the confidence to disregard an ancient clan entirely.

And deep inside her heart, Ming Hua was increasingly leaning toward the second possibility.